AN: I don't own Victorious or any of the characters. I just keep them alive through my stories. I make no money from my use of these Characters.

The Dark Purple of Dawn

Chapter 1: The Calling

Tori Vega was like any other twenty year old girl in the world. She was attending The University of Gotham studying music. She hoped one day to be a music teacher.

She had a small frame and was far stronger than she looked. She had been studying Taekwondo since she was five years old. She was now a third dan or third degree black belt. Tori also cross trained in basic weapons skills as well. Tori was quite skilled with the quarter staff and throwing weapons. She used this to relieve stress.

One night as she was walking home she found a purse on the sidewalk. When she picked it up it had a cell phone, credit cards and five hundred dollars in cash. There were other assorted things as well in the bag. She picked it up and walked with it for a about a half block looking for something. Then she found what she was looking for. She saw a police car on the corner. She ran over to the police car and told them the story about finding the purse and handed it over to them. They asked her if the owner wished to contact her about a reward could they. Tori told them no she didn't want any reward and no she didn't want the owner to feel obligated in anyway. Then she made her way home.

She took the finding of the purse in stride and pushed it out of her mind. Things like this seemed to be happening in her life lately. She was going down to the end of her block to get her mail when she came across a small girl crying. Tori found that the girl was lost and did not know how to find her way home. Tori calmed her down and got out her phone and called the police again to come and help find the girl's home. She left the girl in the care of the Officers who answered the call.

A few days went by and Tori finished her finals for the year. She could now focus on taking more shifts at the coffee shop where she worked. She worked until ten one night and was walking the four blocks to her home. This was normally a good neighbourhood. It was quiet and a large number of the people who lived in the tall skinny buildings were older. That is why she did not expect the two men who approached her out of the shadows.

At first they told her they were lost and could she give them directions. Then one of the men grabbed her. Tori found herself in reactive mode. She landed a fist in the man's face and kicked the other in the stomach. She dispatched them in short order. One was rolling on the ground in pain while the other was dragging a leg with a possible break. They managed to escape and get out of her range and get lost down the street in the shadows. She was unhurt and picked up purse and looked around. There was no one else around so she carried on home to make a call to the police and report the incident.

The next night she was a little more careful walking home. She kept looking around to make sure that those men did not return. They did not and she was able to get home with no problem. She felt more relaxed and her walk home became for enjoyable.

Tori didn't work the next night so she took the night to do laundry and watch an old movie on TV. She decided to order Chinese food so that she didn't have to cook. When the food arrived she went and got her wallet so she could pay for the food. She wasn't looking up when she opened the door or she would have noticed that it wasn't her ordinary delivery guy.

When she looked up from her wallet a man in dark glasses and a suit sprayed something in her face. She tried to get in a defensive position, but whatever he sprayed her with took away her balance and vision. She was going unconscious and the last thing she heard was someone say, "Make sure you lock her place behind us."

She could hear voices that seemed far away. She couldn't make sense of what they were saying, but she knew that they were talking about her. Try as she might she could not make her eyes open. She was aware that she was sitting in a large padded chair, but she could not move. She drifted back asleep again.

This time she could hear someone talking very loud to her and calling her name. "Miss Vega! Victoria! Miss Vega open your eyes!" She struggled and finally was able to open her eyes. The light was very bright and she found it blinding. Tori couldn't make out their faces, but she knew there were two people in front of her in the room. She could tell from their voices one was a male and one was female.

Tori tried to lift her arms, but found that she was totally sapped of energy. Whatever they had used on her not only knocked her out it weakened her. It was no use, whatever these people wanted she could not fight back.

"First of all Miss Vega you are safe. We are not going to do anything further to you. I am sorry for the cloak and dagger methods, but we have our security needs and we couldn't take any chances with you." The male voice said with a very soothing base tone.

"See we have been watching you Victoria. If I may call you Victoria. We have been testing you as well. The lost child, the purse, the muggers they were all tests we set up. We wanted to see how you responded to the different situations." The female voice admitted.

"Did I pass?" Tori said sarcastically.

"Oh you more than passed. You went well beyond our expectations. You proved to be honest and trustworthy. You are helpful to those in need and can more than take care of yourself in times of trouble. We also know you have extraordinary balance from your early dance training and that you are not afraid of taking risks." The male voice said.

Tori struggled to try and make out their faces, but they were standing between some very bright lights so that she couldn't see them. She would just have to let it play itself out and see where it all ended up going. "So why the tests? Why me?"

She could hear a file folder being rustled through and then the female voice said, "Victoria Melissa Vega, born February 19, 1994 at Rampart Hospital in Los Angeles California. You have strong sense of right and wrong. You believe firmly in justice and sometimes revenge. When you were seven a girl at school was being bullied. You stood up to the bully and got a black eye. Two days later you let her steal your sandwich that you made with crushed worms and cheese. When you were in the ninth grade you watched a girl hurt a boy's feelings by turning him down as a date for a dance. You asked him to go instead and became good friends with him for the next two years. In high school you were driving home and on a cool windy winter day you saw a girl that tormented you walking. You stopped and gave her a ride. Many young men have asked you out on dates, but you do not accept their advances. Then your parents were killed in a car accident when you were eighteen. You have been on your own and very much alone ever since. You always pay your taxes early and answer phone polls. You are polite to the point of perfect."

"You are physically strong and well trained in different fighting styles and basic weapons. When you were in the fifth grade you were playing on the monkey bars at school and fell. You broke your arm but never shed a tear. When you needed stitches in the sixth grade you were the one who settled your father down in the emergency room. In the eleventh grade you were hit by a motorcycle while crossing the street. Surprisingly other than some bruises you were not hurt. You seem to have an unusually high pain tolerance and the ability to heal quickly." The male stated.

"So do you have files like these on everyone or am I special?" Tori said sarcastically. "So I can take pain and don't get hurt easily. I am sure other people have similar stories."

"How long did it take you to heal when you broke your leg?" he asked.

"I don't know two weeks. What does that have to do with anything?" Tori said getting indignant.

"Most take six weeks to two months. How long until they took out your stitches?" he asked.

"I took them out after a couple of days. It was healed." Tori said.

"You took them out after two days! Two days Miss Vega! Stitches take two weeks minimum to heal. You are not like everyone else. You have amazing healing powers. It is like you were born to be a weapon." He said.

"Ok I have been good and answered your questions. Now I get to ask some? First of all who are you and why am I here?" Tori asked.

"Miss Vega we are interested in the safety and wellbeing of this city. We stand between those who would do evil and those who would be their victims. The reason you are here is because my associate is about to retire and we are interested in you possibly taking her place. So you could call this a forced job interview." He said rather plainly.

"I already have a job at Jim Norton's. Does this job pay more?" Tori asked with a smirk.

"No this job doesn't pay at all. This job can land you in the hospital or even the morgue. If you take this job you will never be able to tell anyone about it. You will be forced to keep secrets from family and friends. Your life will never be your own." He said.

"Wow know why didn't you say so. That sounds like the kind of job I am looking for." Tori snapped back. It really wasn't her nature, but this situation was a normal situation.

"I think it is time that we let you see who we are so you can make your decision. Lights please." He said.

The bright lights were turned off and the room lights were turned on. For a few minutes Tori was still blind as her eyes had to adjust to the rooms lights. When her eyes started to settle she started to laugh. "Nice one, Trina did you put this one together? I will so get you back. Not funny at all."

"No your sister did not pull some prank on you although I can understand how you would think it was, but I assure you this is all real and we are who we say we are." He said.

"So you are…" Tori started.

"I'm Batman!" the man in the dark body armor and cowl said in a low growly voice.

"And you are…"

"Batgirl" the female said rolling a wheelchair into view.

"Okay buddy this has been fun, but let me out of these straps and call me a cab and I won't press charges." Tori said.

"See it is that attitude I like. She is a real spitfire." Batgirl said.

"So how do I know you are who you say you are and not just some idiot in a costume?" Tori demanded.

"You don't. So you are just going to have to trust me. I am Batman and this is Batgirl." He said.

"What is with the chair?" Tori's voice softened as she looked at the girl.

"About a month ago Batgirl had a terrible fall. She broke her back and I am sorry to say that she will be confined to this chair for the rest of her life." Batman said.

"I am sorry you were injured and I am sorry for my attitude. I get that way when I am scared." Tori said."

"Thankyou, but I took a risk I shouldn't have and paid the price. That is why I can no longer be Batgirl." She said. "Batman tried to convince me to let Batgirl fade away and just go into retirement. I couldn't do that, so I decided that we would recruit a replacement for Batgirl and I would help train her. You are that girl!"

"You want me to be Batgirl?" Tori was dumbfounded.

"Yes, you have the physical skills and the proper attitude and morality. With my help Batgirl could be better than ever. I may not be able to jump and fly through the air anymore, but I can run a computer better than most and I can be that voice in your ear that gives you advice. That was the worst part of the job for me was the loneliness. Some nights I would have loved to have someone to talk to while I was out there in the dark waiting for something to happen." Batgirl said.

"Well what do you think?" Batman said.

"I don't know what to say. I never expected this when I woke up this morning. I am grateful for what you do and humbled by the fact that you were hurt keeping the people of Gotham safe. I wish I knew inside that I was that person who could replace you, but I have my doubts. It is true that I don't have a lot in my life that I can say I am happy or proud of. My life is safe. Too safe sometimes. It is predictable. If you have faith in me then, yes I will become Batgirl!" Tori said.

"Well thank you. I can now formerly retire." Batgirl said as she reached up and pulled the cowl from her head.

Tori wasn't sure who she expected to be under the mask, but Barbara Gordon daughter of Gotham PD commissioner, was a major surprise. "You're Barbara Gordon!"

"Yes Tori I am and I was Batgirl, but now Victoria Vega you are Batgirl." With that Barbara tossed the cowl to Tori.

"So do I get to know the identity of Batman?" Tori asked expecting a laugh from everyone.

"Not yet!" Batman said in his deep throaty voice.

What kind of a crazy world had she just stepped into?

AN: Thanks for reading this story. As always I appreciate those of you who took your time to read my story and ask you to let me know what you think of this piece. I figured out that over the summer I have written the equivalent of a 600 page novel. I am back at work now and won't be updating nearly as quickly. I still have an idea or two for stories though so please stick with me. I love DC New 52 and read Batgirl as one of my titles. This story will as all of my works show Beck in a negative light, as I don't like Beck. Sorry if you are a Bech fan, no I really feel sorry for you. JThis story will include Jade, but that is yet to come and she will show up in the next chapter. Thanks again everyone and please let me know what you think even a JorL. SM